wauw! this is so interesting..ok then..what can I say that has to be secret?..I haven’t any secret oww! I think that’s terible..himm.. I need to think about that.seriously…ciao
mrs.azuris
My mind is hidden in my head. If it were not, I’d be dead. Exposing your thought is very risky. Damage your mind with a bottle of whiskey. Someone comes, they’re hidden in the dark. I am carefree, playing in the park.
Kary
Shh! Don’t tell them I’m here.
Please.
I’m in the box. The one with FRAGILE written on the side. Upside down. The box, not me. Duh.
I just need to stay away from them, from their wants, and keep hidden.
Please… don’t tell.
Simon
and the clock kept ticking. i covered my eyes but it didn’t stop the perpetual, tick, tick, tick. so i moved my hands to my mouth, to stifle my mouth immitating the clock. tick, tick, tick… over and over. till my hands found my ears and it was silenced.
jessica
In this prison they call school, I am the new one. I hide between the shadows and lockers. I fear the animals that touch each other or smacking each other. I’m scared of them all… its irrational, but im hidden and sometimes happy about it.
Laura
Hidden treasure found at the bottom of the garden. Several endangered species have decided to make their home in a small garden found close to farmland, to the delight of the homeowners. Among them are hedgehogs, bats, and moles.
dizzysatch
i didn’t think about it. I just did it. I hid it where I thought no one would be able to find it. In his drawer, next to his bed. It was a note. The note that said everything I’d been feeling since the first day we’d met. About the way he held me. About the words he said when we were drunk that night. I can’t get the memory out of my head. I’m not sure I ever will be able to. And is it love that my heart feels? Or is it just the thrill of the chase that keeps me wanting more. I left the note there. Hidden. And I forgot about it the next day.
Emily
Many years ago I hid the key to my lock box somewhere in the house. I found the key, but now I don’t know where the lock box is. I’m pretty sure there is some valuable stuff in there. I loved that box.
Maddie
Subject change
Ignorance
It
Fred Man Jones
deep and dark is what it implies. as sinister something. but many of us keep the other type of thing hidden. hidden from others. and ourselves. the love we feel, the smells we’ve smelled, the memories we have. such a shame, i think, that we should allow such a word to do such a thing to us.
jonathan
i was hidden amongst the trees in the forest along with millions of bugs and animals to bad i didn’t have any water or food. I sure hope that being hidden here doesn’t get me lost for to long i know that in the end i will be found.
Tim
Inside my mind, it’s completely gone. There’s nothing there, and that scares me. Inside are my secrets, inside are my dreams, the potential that is there, but is also not completely realized yet. Hidden are the possibilites, dreams, and more. Hidden is the truth. Hidden is the cliche.
jon.rice
Hidden are my intentions, hidden are my secrets and past, hidden from the world and leering eyes are my thoughts, private, vast and forever locked up in the hidden rooms of my mind.
Chantal
amongst the flowers was a little girl. “I’m in the garden,” she said. I was going to correct her but her innosense was something I have recently been lacking. standing next to me was him. he’s smiling…but I was upset.
Lydia
So hidden. Hidden even to me sometimes. Only to be seen after we dart eyes away from each other flushed and ready. Nervous heart flutters, flails and fails. Hidden completely from view from you, you have no idea…I tell myself. Hidden from me only slightly, hidden from camera lenses, recorders, words and deeds. Except when I offer to pick you up from the airport.
p
my soul is hidden. you can not see it. you cannot touch it. it is hidden. i keep it safe somewhere in my mind. but sometimes i think it is hidden from even me. if it was not, i would be able to see all of who i am. i think this would scare me. perhaps i should be glad my soul is hidden.
Karyn
Light is unknown to me. I am Athazagor. I loathe in my dank dungeons of dolorousness. I despise infomercials, especially the kind that sell vacuum cleaners for 179.99 with 30-dollar mail-in rebate. Kittens? I don’t hate them. But I also don’t like them. I mean come on.
what hides behind a pair of tired eyes
broken and tied
to etchings of the past
blinded by misfortune
all painted in blue
and red
find the heart
that lies dormant behind this flesh
tucked away behind bone and marrow
and shattered hope
find my constant.
erika
I never knew it went missing
until I saw what was hidden
and couldn’t seem to find
a way to get to it
lumie
hidden away in a tiny Little place is a secret.
is it a thOught, or a feeling? an emotion? a wish? a desire?
its all of those, wrapped up in a secret that i dare not share.
it gets louder eVeryday, that secret.
it rings in my ears and clouds my thoughts.
it’s trying to get out, but i can’t let that happen, because it is dangerous.
hidden away in a tiny littlE place is a secret.
pLh
We could be hidden. No one would know of the things we’d do except for the man upstairs. He is hidden too.
Renae
hidden. she was hidden in the bushes, waiting for the storm to die down. only then would she be safe because the gases could knock you out in 30 seconds. the rebels released the gases three months ago, and they were still a problem.
larya
placed on area not reADILY IN PLAIN SIGHT,
Eugene A.
Hidden intent. I’m breaking up with my boyfriend tomorrow. It’s his birthday today. I’m a bitch. I’m pretty good at hiding it though. I’ve made him a cake and cookies. Am I trying to compensate for breaking his heart? Probably. Fuck. I’m such a screw up. Hiding behind seeming intelligent eyes.
Ariana
My thoughts are hidden, until I spread them wide across the page for others to see. After all, what good are feelings without others to reflect them back to you. Exhibitionism is cathartic.
jennifer
In a corner, in dark room, she was hidden. Hidden from those who knew her, but not from herself. She wished she could carry the dark corners with her where ever she went, as she carried her shame every day. There as no joy anymore.
Andrew D
Hidden lives, hidden meanings, hidden truth. I think hiding is never the answer, I think we should avoid burying our heads in the sand. I think we should use complete honesty at all times – this will ultimately lead to happiness!
B
She had never been good at sharing her feelings. She preferred to keep them hidden under countless smiles and happy soundong laughs. They were but disguises but they seemed to work…. That was until she met him. HE saw through her mascarade, and this scared her, more than anything had before.
Sydni
Many things are hidden in life. Some of these hidden things are good and some are not so good. The question becomes is anything ever really TRULY hidden?
The purpose of this website was hidden from me until I started actually doing it and now I understand what the point is. When a hidden thing becomes revealed, it is a beautiful thing. It’s like finding knowledge that was once hidden, but that’s stupid thing to say.
Shamoon
this is the feeling that you have inside you.. the thoughts entangled in our game.. the one only both of us know and the one i am hiding to you, the one i love.. hidden.. isn’t it part of us? hidden agenda, hidden life…
z_u
it’s the darkness in your room, that place that you’re afraid of going to. it’s like an adventure that you’ll never know cause you’re just too afraid to go out there. it’s the little things in life that really matters but you don’t discover it until it’s gone, forever.
wendy
lots of things are hidden from my mind and from thought. My memories are hidden even though they still exist. They say we never forget a long term memmory. Lots of things are hidden from me. Truths mostly. I’ve been thinking a lot about the truth and how to seek it. If there was one truth then everyone would find it eventually right?
calt
where has he gone? i can no longer find him, even in my deepest searches. He remains missing, and my heart is on fire to find him, but he is gone. He’s gone and so’s God, I am sleeping in the street like a stray dog…he is gone, can’t find him, where is he? where are you? come to me! come back! won’t you come home Bill Bailey, for you are gone and quite hidden.
Heidi
“Shh!” she whispered to her younger sister, forcing her further back into the closet with desperation. “Keep quiet!”
Anne just giggled, blond curls bouncing and she crouched further back into the closet. To her, it was still just a game.
Sam
So many things down there in the basement. I couldn’t believe my old friends were still in their boxes. Light down there was the same way it had always been, blue silver, not too aggressive. Everything smells like plums or old animal fur. I could never find what I was looking for down there.
Ross
Hidden in the bushes a tiny from sat and watched an even tinier fly. The frog was initially planning on eating the damn thing but then it saw a persons foot wandee by.
It never got a chance to eat anything but flys, it had a long tongue. A nig mouth. A person is big, but everything’s worth a try once.
Maybe it was his day.
liam
Behind this facade. Only it’s completely see-though. I have no thoughts, no motives that I can hide from any of you. Ever. There is a plot to bring the differences to the surface, and I’ll just lurk there where things have never met. I’ll pretend.
wauw! this is so interesting..ok then..what can I say that has to be secret?..I haven’t any secret oww! I think that’s terible..himm.. I need to think about that.seriously…ciao
My mind is hidden in my head. If it were not, I’d be dead. Exposing your thought is very risky. Damage your mind with a bottle of whiskey. Someone comes, they’re hidden in the dark. I am carefree, playing in the park.
Shh! Don’t tell them I’m here.
Please.
I’m in the box. The one with FRAGILE written on the side. Upside down. The box, not me. Duh.
I just need to stay away from them, from their wants, and keep hidden.
Please… don’t tell.
and the clock kept ticking. i covered my eyes but it didn’t stop the perpetual, tick, tick, tick. so i moved my hands to my mouth, to stifle my mouth immitating the clock. tick, tick, tick… over and over. till my hands found my ears and it was silenced.
In this prison they call school, I am the new one. I hide between the shadows and lockers. I fear the animals that touch each other or smacking each other. I’m scared of them all… its irrational, but im hidden and sometimes happy about it.
Hidden treasure found at the bottom of the garden. Several endangered species have decided to make their home in a small garden found close to farmland, to the delight of the homeowners. Among them are hedgehogs, bats, and moles.
i didn’t think about it. I just did it. I hid it where I thought no one would be able to find it. In his drawer, next to his bed. It was a note. The note that said everything I’d been feeling since the first day we’d met. About the way he held me. About the words he said when we were drunk that night. I can’t get the memory out of my head. I’m not sure I ever will be able to. And is it love that my heart feels? Or is it just the thrill of the chase that keeps me wanting more. I left the note there. Hidden. And I forgot about it the next day.
Many years ago I hid the key to my lock box somewhere in the house. I found the key, but now I don’t know where the lock box is. I’m pretty sure there is some valuable stuff in there. I loved that box.
Subject change
Ignorance
It
deep and dark is what it implies. as sinister something. but many of us keep the other type of thing hidden. hidden from others. and ourselves. the love we feel, the smells we’ve smelled, the memories we have. such a shame, i think, that we should allow such a word to do such a thing to us.
i was hidden amongst the trees in the forest along with millions of bugs and animals to bad i didn’t have any water or food. I sure hope that being hidden here doesn’t get me lost for to long i know that in the end i will be found.
Inside my mind, it’s completely gone. There’s nothing there, and that scares me. Inside are my secrets, inside are my dreams, the potential that is there, but is also not completely realized yet. Hidden are the possibilites, dreams, and more. Hidden is the truth. Hidden is the cliche.
Hidden are my intentions, hidden are my secrets and past, hidden from the world and leering eyes are my thoughts, private, vast and forever locked up in the hidden rooms of my mind.
amongst the flowers was a little girl. “I’m in the garden,” she said. I was going to correct her but her innosense was something I have recently been lacking. standing next to me was him. he’s smiling…but I was upset.
So hidden. Hidden even to me sometimes. Only to be seen after we dart eyes away from each other flushed and ready. Nervous heart flutters, flails and fails. Hidden completely from view from you, you have no idea…I tell myself. Hidden from me only slightly, hidden from camera lenses, recorders, words and deeds. Except when I offer to pick you up from the airport.
my soul is hidden. you can not see it. you cannot touch it. it is hidden. i keep it safe somewhere in my mind. but sometimes i think it is hidden from even me. if it was not, i would be able to see all of who i am. i think this would scare me. perhaps i should be glad my soul is hidden.
Light is unknown to me. I am Athazagor. I loathe in my dank dungeons of dolorousness. I despise infomercials, especially the kind that sell vacuum cleaners for 179.99 with 30-dollar mail-in rebate. Kittens? I don’t hate them. But I also don’t like them. I mean come on.
(An actual entry on a nonexistent dating site)
Hidden in the hidden den, the wolf said, yes.
scared, lost, dark, safe, untouched, quiet, afraid
what hides behind a pair of tired eyes
broken and tied
to etchings of the past
blinded by misfortune
all painted in blue
and red
find the heart
that lies dormant behind this flesh
tucked away behind bone and marrow
and shattered hope
find my constant.
I never knew it went missing
until I saw what was hidden
and couldn’t seem to find
a way to get to it
hidden away in a tiny Little place is a secret.
is it a thOught, or a feeling? an emotion? a wish? a desire?
its all of those, wrapped up in a secret that i dare not share.
it gets louder eVeryday, that secret.
it rings in my ears and clouds my thoughts.
it’s trying to get out, but i can’t let that happen, because it is dangerous.
hidden away in a tiny littlE place is a secret.
We could be hidden. No one would know of the things we’d do except for the man upstairs. He is hidden too.
hidden. she was hidden in the bushes, waiting for the storm to die down. only then would she be safe because the gases could knock you out in 30 seconds. the rebels released the gases three months ago, and they were still a problem.
placed on area not reADILY IN PLAIN SIGHT,
Hidden intent. I’m breaking up with my boyfriend tomorrow. It’s his birthday today. I’m a bitch. I’m pretty good at hiding it though. I’ve made him a cake and cookies. Am I trying to compensate for breaking his heart? Probably. Fuck. I’m such a screw up. Hiding behind seeming intelligent eyes.
My thoughts are hidden, until I spread them wide across the page for others to see. After all, what good are feelings without others to reflect them back to you. Exhibitionism is cathartic.
In a corner, in dark room, she was hidden. Hidden from those who knew her, but not from herself. She wished she could carry the dark corners with her where ever she went, as she carried her shame every day. There as no joy anymore.
Hidden lives, hidden meanings, hidden truth. I think hiding is never the answer, I think we should avoid burying our heads in the sand. I think we should use complete honesty at all times – this will ultimately lead to happiness!
She had never been good at sharing her feelings. She preferred to keep them hidden under countless smiles and happy soundong laughs. They were but disguises but they seemed to work…. That was until she met him. HE saw through her mascarade, and this scared her, more than anything had before.
Many things are hidden in life. Some of these hidden things are good and some are not so good. The question becomes is anything ever really TRULY hidden?
The purpose of this website was hidden from me until I started actually doing it and now I understand what the point is. When a hidden thing becomes revealed, it is a beautiful thing. It’s like finding knowledge that was once hidden, but that’s stupid thing to say.
this is the feeling that you have inside you.. the thoughts entangled in our game.. the one only both of us know and the one i am hiding to you, the one i love.. hidden.. isn’t it part of us? hidden agenda, hidden life…
it’s the darkness in your room, that place that you’re afraid of going to. it’s like an adventure that you’ll never know cause you’re just too afraid to go out there. it’s the little things in life that really matters but you don’t discover it until it’s gone, forever.
lots of things are hidden from my mind and from thought. My memories are hidden even though they still exist. They say we never forget a long term memmory. Lots of things are hidden from me. Truths mostly. I’ve been thinking a lot about the truth and how to seek it. If there was one truth then everyone would find it eventually right?
where has he gone? i can no longer find him, even in my deepest searches. He remains missing, and my heart is on fire to find him, but he is gone. He’s gone and so’s God, I am sleeping in the street like a stray dog…he is gone, can’t find him, where is he? where are you? come to me! come back! won’t you come home Bill Bailey, for you are gone and quite hidden.
“Shh!” she whispered to her younger sister, forcing her further back into the closet with desperation. “Keep quiet!”
Anne just giggled, blond curls bouncing and she crouched further back into the closet. To her, it was still just a game.
So many things down there in the basement. I couldn’t believe my old friends were still in their boxes. Light down there was the same way it had always been, blue silver, not too aggressive. Everything smells like plums or old animal fur. I could never find what I was looking for down there.
Hidden in the bushes a tiny from sat and watched an even tinier fly. The frog was initially planning on eating the damn thing but then it saw a persons foot wandee by.
It never got a chance to eat anything but flys, it had a long tongue. A nig mouth. A person is big, but everything’s worth a try once.
Maybe it was his day.
Behind this facade. Only it’s completely see-though. I have no thoughts, no motives that I can hide from any of you. Ever. There is a plot to bring the differences to the surface, and I’ll just lurk there where things have never met. I’ll pretend.
beautiful, sweet, truth, deception, forgiveness, wonder, childlike, integrity, identity, awesome, worthy, yearning, delicious, forbidden, untold, exceptional,